OMFG!!!
winding down, I am. My son is not and he has a long way to go, yet. I am planning to feed him buttloads of sugar and make him crash.
We went to a downtown jazz fest at the county seat where we live. It was "Jazz on the Square" (the square is where they erected a courthouse in the eighteen sixties) this evening.. My son fell in love with the star female, string player, of the band. I decided to promote this and I bought him two CDs. I always carry a pen (and a knife and a way to make fire and a way to write stuff and a way to feed ourselves for twenty four hours and a way ... get it? I was, as always, prepared for the journey) and I had the leader of the jazz band sign both CDs to him. (He is not even at a stage where he can conceive of how difficult it was to bust through all the twunts and make it up to her face. That will come later.)
This is his first personally autographed CD from a "star" whose show he has attended. I know how to get past crowds and how to make a stance before a "star". He did not know that I was being a fucking ninja, but he will learn. I had to be somewhat forceful to even get some facetime with the star, but I just powered into the crowd and got up to her with my son and she "had a cow" to find out about his knowledge of jazz after we talked a bit. I was a bastard to many who went there, in order to get him up close to her, but I know how to do this from many years of experience.
We did good! He has two new CDs, both signed to him and she "asked for him to contact her via email" lOl!!
She gave him a hug and he turned bright red all over and his face looked like it could hemorrhage at any moment.
Hormones of youth and all.
